I had a dream the other night where I was running away from someone trying to kill me. I didn’t get far until I was shot but the dream didn’t end. It had just began. I laid there only feeling the pain momentarily until I realized my body had died. Then I was weightless and free. I got out of my body and floated through the ceiling and out into the street. The wind was blowing yellow leaves in a warm breeze into geometric patterns. I floated through these kaleidoscopes with my white dress swirling behind me. Its was utterly peaceful as I felt an overwhelming warm love flowing through my veins. I knew my life. I knew all my lives. I knew myself.